Rory/Dean ficlet, because
So I was over at keepaofthecheez's journal and I gave her a Rory/Dean prompt but I think she's gonna do Jared/Alexis. So you know, here you go.
"now and later" - Rory/Dean - Gilmore Girls - R/NC17 - S1/Future - 400 words
*****
“Can I-can I touch you?” Dean’s breath is warm on her face, his kisses damp on her neck.
10 PM, Saturday night in his truck. Parking. Rory didn’t mean to, exactly. But she’s become a kissing addict, and he’s Dean. He makes her feel safe. He makes her skin feel hot and itchy like a wool plaid skirt with no tights...except nice.
Dean’s hand is hovering by her hip, hesitant and wanting.
And Rory can’t speak, not even to babble. She’s nervous. She knows she’s not ready for those things they haven’t even talked about yet-the things her parents did that gave them her when they were the same age as she and Dean are now. She’s afraid of what he’s got hidden in his pants, poking hard and mysterious against her leg. She wants it.
And god, she wants his hands on her, she does.
“I’m sorry,” Dean whispers into her collar bone. “I shouldn’t have...”
Rory cuts him off with a kiss on the mouth, tongue licking in the things she doesn’t know how to say. With this part Rory can be as dirty as she feels: when she’s tumbling around restless at night tangling the sheets between her legs; when she spaces out on the bus to school thinking about the looks he gives her sometimes-the heat behind his smiling, crinkled eyes.
“It’s...okay,” she manages to say. “Just this though.”
Dean sighs-thankful-as his fingers slip ever-so-slowly below her panty line and Rory gasps.
*****
“Touch me,” she implores. Dean’s hardly in the door-still got his work clothes on.
“Baby, I’m dirty,” he laughs out as Rory attempts to climb him-even taller now than when they were young.
“Yeah, I know.” She sniffs the air near his neck. Rory still can’t believe he’s back-can’t find enough ways to say she’s glad. She pops the button on his jeans, takes his cock out in the front hallway, bobbing half-hard for her already.
“Oh my god, Rory!”
She can still surprise him.
“Touch me.”
He does. Hands imprinting saw dust on her sweat-pant-clad ass, lifting her body up jerky and purposeful against the wall. Knocking her head slightly and kissing it better via her lips, tongue wet in apology.
“I-I want-” He moans.
“Continue.”
Dean blushes, excited-pink like her at sixteen.
“I want to fuck you.” An affectionate growl.
“Yes, let’s talk about that.”
*****
Okay, nap now.
"now and later" - Rory/Dean - Gilmore Girls - R/NC17 - S1/Future - 400 words
*****
“Can I-can I touch you?” Dean’s breath is warm on her face, his kisses damp on her neck.
10 PM, Saturday night in his truck. Parking. Rory didn’t mean to, exactly. But she’s become a kissing addict, and he’s Dean. He makes her feel safe. He makes her skin feel hot and itchy like a wool plaid skirt with no tights...except nice.
Dean’s hand is hovering by her hip, hesitant and wanting.
And Rory can’t speak, not even to babble. She’s nervous. She knows she’s not ready for those things they haven’t even talked about yet-the things her parents did that gave them her when they were the same age as she and Dean are now. She’s afraid of what he’s got hidden in his pants, poking hard and mysterious against her leg. She wants it.
And god, she wants his hands on her, she does.
“I’m sorry,” Dean whispers into her collar bone. “I shouldn’t have...”
Rory cuts him off with a kiss on the mouth, tongue licking in the things she doesn’t know how to say. With this part Rory can be as dirty as she feels: when she’s tumbling around restless at night tangling the sheets between her legs; when she spaces out on the bus to school thinking about the looks he gives her sometimes-the heat behind his smiling, crinkled eyes.
“It’s...okay,” she manages to say. “Just this though.”
Dean sighs-thankful-as his fingers slip ever-so-slowly below her panty line and Rory gasps.
*****
“Touch me,” she implores. Dean’s hardly in the door-still got his work clothes on.
“Baby, I’m dirty,” he laughs out as Rory attempts to climb him-even taller now than when they were young.
“Yeah, I know.” She sniffs the air near his neck. Rory still can’t believe he’s back-can’t find enough ways to say she’s glad. She pops the button on his jeans, takes his cock out in the front hallway, bobbing half-hard for her already.
“Oh my god, Rory!”
She can still surprise him.
“Touch me.”
He does. Hands imprinting saw dust on her sweat-pant-clad ass, lifting her body up jerky and purposeful against the wall. Knocking her head slightly and kissing it better via her lips, tongue wet in apology.
“I-I want-” He moans.
“Continue.”
Dean blushes, excited-pink like her at sixteen.
“I want to fuck you.” An affectionate growl.
“Yes, let’s talk about that.”
*****
Okay, nap now.